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September 21
A golden crescent hangs above
Embracing the orb of darkness
The now is a bright, curved sickle, sharp and strong
Holding the past, letting it rest
Cradling the future, letting it grow
Embracing the orb of darkness
The now is a bright, curved sickle, sharp and strong
Holding the past, letting it rest
Cradling the future, letting it grow